When it Happens

Chapter 6

A couple of weeks had passed since that day, and Nate and I were as close as ever. Still not as close as I had wanted us to be... for example, instead of making out like I wished we could be, we simply just went to the movies or hung out as friends. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't complaining. It was nice just to be granted that much access to him.

With all this Nate that's been going around, it's been hard for me to keep in touch with Shannon. I didn't really know what she had been doing those past couple weeks. We still called each other almost every night and talked about our days. Most of that stuff consisted of Mason, though. I was tired of hearing his name. He was a great guy, don't get me wrong, but he had been taking away face to face time between Shannon and me.

Most of that face to face time with Shannon, I was replacing with Nate. Things were just... easy with him. No pressure to be someone I wasn't, no pressure to try and impress him. It was a piece of cake to just be myself around him.

Saturday morning came in a breeze as I waited in the entryway for Shannon to pick me up for the football game. I dragged my white converse on the wood floor over to the mirror to examine my outfit. A long sleeved St. Agnes pullover and black leggings. I had managed to get my hair into a high bun, which was no easy feat for me.

However, I was ready to watch our fighting Wildcats against the Jungman Jaguars. More importantly, I was really ready to watch Nate score some touchdowns.

The more we hung out, the more my feelings sailed for him. How could they not! I was sure I wasn't the only one who felt that way... right? After what happened a couple weeks ago, I feel like I have nothing to hide with him. He was different than any other guy I had ever met. He was goofy, fun, hilarious, on top of the fact that he was insanely gorgeous. 

Shan's car drives up in front of my house and I walked out the door, making sure to lock it. Mom had been working all week, so I thought it would be best to not wake her up, and actually not make her make me breakfast like I had always done the previous Saturday mornings. She deserved a break.

"Morning!" I buzzed when I open up the passenger seat and hopped in. Normally, she would have groaned back, but instead, she chirped back, "Hi!"

"Woah there, Miss cheery-pants. You're happy."

She nodded. "Yeah, I am!"

The drive to school is short, and we walk to the field. Shannon always insisted on being fashionably late, so the game had already started. I had been wondering as to why Shannon had been so jubilant: non-stop talking the car ride here, playing with her hair while we walked, but now I know why.

Mason was there by the gates, waiting for our arrival.

"Hey, Mas," I said and he gives me a sup. We had a few classes together in our previous years, so we were already on hello terms. Plus, I had practically set those two lovebirds up. He headed over to Shannon and gave her a kiss on the lips.

Woah! Shannon and I really hadn't been spending a lot of time together!

Us three walked towards the bleachers and find Dave in the stands. He waved us over, and I get situated between Shannon and Dave, while he and Mason get side-tracked in a conversation pertaining to baseball.

That's when I saw him.

He's on the sideline since we were on defense, sporting the number 6. He's standing up, taking a chug from his water bottle, the sweat on his face making him glisten. I couldn't help but stare! He looked even more beautiful than in his school uniform!

He somehow saw me from the distance between the width of the football field. He gave me a smirk and I wave back.

"Ooooo, Patch sees her boy crush!" Shannon sang and I rolled my eyes at her.